Oh Lord my God
I am in awesome wonder
I am aware and awake
And see Your wonder
Earlier today at about two
I see the sun reflecting off
Of the waves in a strobe-like way
It was very hypnotic and
I knew I must look away
There was the promise of
A rain storm this night
Thunder and lightning came
In ways that made fireworks look small
The water that fell filled brooks
And streams that flowed into rivers
Harm and disaster came to someone
And still being presumed safe
We look away and concentrate
On the brilliance in the sky
The light strikes; we see the horizon
The thunder roars; Your power is acknowledged
We have a storm at our border
Foolishness in leadership has
Allowed this to happen
People have reacted from all over the globe
The invitation was made clear
The costs of “benevolence” has
Not been considered
Borders must be protected or
We will have no country
This rush is part of the plan
Socialism brought in to destroy
The last great hope of the world
We have legal immigration which is good
If carried on in an equitable manner
We abandon our principals
As though we were god like and
Knew the consequence of our actions
Open up, open up, but ignore the plight of Cuba
The storm moves east, but rumblings
And slices of lightning still strike out
We have no power as the climate changes
Our great lake was made by a glacier
Now the false god of climate becomes a religion
Bold men make a fortune with their lies
Man cannot make floods or drought
These people do not care as they
Fly away in their private jets to
Give a lecture or receive an award
They spend countless millions
Promoting nothing but a lie
We all know that it is warm in
The summer and cold in the winter
Nothing we do can change that
Yes, Lord, when I consider
All the worlds Thy hands have made
And when I see the stars, the strobe lights
And all the power You have displayed
I feel the sadness of how we have looked away
Unwilling to simply follow You
I am not ready to come home to You
There is still much work to do
I pray for grace, and bow in adoration
And I proclaim, how great Thou art
Your power throughout the universe
Should be seen and acknowledged
But trifle people ignore your blessings
And seek power in order to control
The dark angels lost their battle
And these fools will perish, too
Because You will come like
Lightning and thunder and we
Will shout with acclamation and
Bow in humble adoration and
Sing our souls how foolish we are
And how great art Thou
The thunder still roars and
The sky lights up and sadly
We forget to connect with Thee
Until maybe it is too late
Stanski
Mar 20,2025, ^
Steve Haarman 